Sofa weekend

A sore throated weekend, feeling wan and deeply attracted to the gold sofa. Luckily the European Nations cup finals had started, and so I was able to simply able to watch football most of the day. 

Sunday, a lovely text to start the day from Beth wishing me happy stepladders (aka stepfather's) day.  

I was still wan and sore throated but simply got on with light stuff in the garden with Lorraine, potting seedlings and deadheading roses and filling a feeder pool for our fishpond to see if it is leaking and so on.  We spent an hours tidying up the house and we went to Morrisons. Then Lorraine went off to help Beth, and I had more gold sofa action with England unconvincingly winning their opening game against Serbia while tucking into roast chicken and assorted veggies I'd sorted out, in a cheesy sauce Lorraine made. 

Spoke to the Tobster, whose birthday it is tomorrow. He is spinning many plates, finishing up the school year, which is in itself stressful, while having to factor in a house and country move at the same time. Mum meanwhile had needed antibiotics for an infection, but is rapidly improving. 

Lorraine croaking by the evening, however, which is not such good news.

Below, the plants in the wildlife pond are beginning to thrive. I wish there was something more than gnat larvae in it though. A cat flap impasse, Brian and Calliope waiting for each other to get out of the way.  

The last podcast episode has gone down well, which is nice to hear.